January 16, 2009
By Robert Taylor, Oak Lawn, IL

My eyes are a bloodshot emrald dreamscape,
Through this insomniatic pulse I shine.
Every simple thought shed in serenity,
Each word becomes another definition of home.
Ties that bind will hold forever if you let them,
So we may one day let it out.
The stars will never cease to write in prophecy,
Spelling out our future in a glowing destiny.
The pain of torture comes with every shallow breath,
But the beauty remains through the falling.
This is a broken record that skips without a beat,
Hope fills knowing that the song will soon resume.
You are my angel ripping my soul from my body,
Heart embraced through the satisfaction of romance.
Leave off each sentence with a four letter life line,
Remember grace with my only line left to say.
This King has finally found his Queen.

The author's comments:
Full name, Robert Roy Taylor 4th. I'd like my full name on there please.

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kate said...
on Sep. 15 2009 at 3:32 pm
the visual imagery is so vivid in this piece and the words you wrote feel like they are heavy with emotion. I love it.

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